Chapter - 330 Hundred-feet Tall Tower Prevents Passage (7)

Zhou Zhiruo nodded her head. Miejue Shitai continued, "This is our Sect's greatest secret; ever since Guo Daxia husband and wife passed it on to our Sect's Guo Zushi, only the Sect Leaders of our school are aware of it. To think that the Tulong Saber and the Yitian Sword are weapons with matchless sharpness, let's just say that someone getting hold of these precious sword and saber at the same time; who would dare to strike the Sword and the Saber to each other and thus risking the destruction of these valuable weapons? After you obtain the military strategy book, go and find a good and honest warrior, a patriot who is undoubtedly loyal to the country; give the book to him, tell him to make an oath to drive the invaders away. Take the martial arts manual and train yourself in it. The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm is a pure positive, hard and ferocious technique; it is not suitable for you. You may learn the Nine Yin Manual. According to my 'en shi' [benevolent master], Guo Zushi said that the original Nine Yin Manual was so broad and deep that it would be impossible to master it in a short period of time. But Huang Nuxia had thought that obliterating the Tartar's fierce and ruthless government is an urgent matter; accomplishing it one day sooner means sparing the common people one less day of suffering. For that reason among the secrets inside the Yitian Sword she had written some chapters that can be learned intensively. However, after the important matter is accomplished, you must go back and revisit the prescribed path to strengthen your foundation. Those intensive courses can only be used temporarily. It was created from Huang Nuxia's profound intelligence and wisdom to provide a quick fix. It is by no means a true matchless-under-the heaven's martial art method. You have to keep this firmly in your mind."

Zhou Zhiruo nodded her head absentmindedly. Miejue Shitai continued, "Our Sect has two greatest desires: the first is to drive out the Tartars and get our mountains and rivers back; the second is to make Emei Pai the leader in the martial arts world, surpassing Shaolin, Wudang, and the other schools, to become the Number One Sect in the Wulin world of the Central Plains [zhong yuan]. These two goals are very difficult to achieve; but now we have a way. As long as you comply with your Shifu's injunction, you can achieve it one by one. At that time your Shifu in the next world will be very grateful to you."

As she finished speaking Lu Zhangke again knocked on the door. "Come in!" Miejue Shitai said.

The door opened and to their surprise instead of Lu Zhangke it was Ku Toutuo who walked in. Miejue Shitai did not think differently; she thought these people were the jackals from the same lair anyway, so whoever came in did not make any difference. "Please take this child out," she said. She was not willing to commit suicide in Zhou Zhiruo's presence, to spare her from grieving.

Ku Toutuo came closer and in a low voice he said, "This is the antidote; take it quick. As soon as you hear commotion outside, everybody get out and join hands to kill the enemy."

Miejue Shitai was surprised. "Who are you, Sire?" she asked, "Why are you giving the antidote to me?"

"I am the Ming Cult's 'guang ming you shi' [Brightness Right Emissary] Fan Yao," Ku Toutuo replied, "I managed to steal the antidote and come here to rescue Shitai."

"Devil Cult traitor!" Miejue Shitai was angry, "You still want to play joke on me!"

Fan Yao smiled and said, "All right! Let's just say I am playing a joke on you. This is a poison to add the effectiveness of the poison in your system. Do you have the guts to take it? Once it goes into your belly, within a couple of hours your intestines will ruptured and you will die miserably."

Without saying anything Miejue Shitai reached out into his hand, took the powder, and swallowed it.

"Shifu … Shifu …" Zhou Zhiruo called out in alarm.

"Quiet!" Fan Yao said, stretching out his other hand, "You must also take this poison."

Zhou Zhiruo was shocked, but Fan Yao had already grabbed her cheeks and poured the powder in her mouth, followed by a cup of water; very soon the powder had entered her throat.

Miejue Shitai was shocked too; she thought with Zhou Zhiruo's death her meticulously planned scheme would go down the drain. Disregarding her own safety she threw herself with an open palm toward Fan Yao. Unfortunately her internal energy was lost; although her palm technique was exquisite, but it was devoid of any strength. With only a light push Fan Yao sent her body flying to the wall.

Fan Yao laughed and said, "All Shaolin monks and all Wudang heroes have taken my poison. Whether our Ming Cult is good or evil, you'll find out really soon." With a big laugh he turned around, went out the room and slammed the door closed.

When Zhao Min took Fan Yao for a rendezvous with Zhang Wuji, his mind was still fully occupied by how to steal the antidote. As soon as Zhao Min told him to wait in the outer hall of that small restaurant, he left immediately, rushing toward the Wan An Temple, straight to the Pagoda. When he reached the tenth floor, he saw Wuwang Apu was standing on guard in front of his own room. As Wuwang Apu saw Fan Yao, he greeted him respectfully, "Ku Dashi."

Fan Yao nodded while laughing in his heart. "Good!" he thought, "The Old Lu disregards the honor of his own school; he is hiding inside, having a good time with Wangye's [Prince, lit. King Master] beloved concubine, while he orders his disciple to guard the door. I'd better rush in and seize the antidote while this old man is doing the Heaven-knows-what." Slanting his body sideways he slipped through Wuwang Apu's side and suddenly stretched out his finger, sealing the acupoint on Wuwang Apu's lower abdomen.

It would still be very difficult for him to avoid this attack even if he was completely alert not to mention Wuwang Apu was taken by surprise. Once his acupoint was sealed, his body went numb and he was paralyzed. Inwardly he was feeling very strange; when did he offend this mute Toutuo? Could it be that his 'Ku Dashi' greeting just a moment ago was not respectful enough?

Fan Yao shoved the door open and quick as lightning he plunged into the bed. Before his feet even touched the floor his palm had already struck toward someone on the bed. He fully realized the level of Lu Zhangke's martial art skill; if he failed to inflict serious injury with this one palm strike, then it would not be easy to determine victory or defeat in a life and death fight, hence he had exerted his whole strength in this one strike.

"Splat!" the quilt burst open; cotton fibers flew everywhere. Fan Yao opened the cotton-waded quilt and as he looked, he saw Concubine Han with blood coming out of her mouth and nose. She was as dead as a jade statue. But Lu Zhangke's shadow was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly Fan Yao got an idea; he turned around and went out the room. He pulled Wuwang Apu inside and stuffed him underneath the bed. He had just closed the door when he heard Lu Zhangke's angry voice outside, "Apu! Apu! How dare you leave your post?"

Turned out Lu Zhangke had been waiting outside Miejue Shitai for quite a while; he wondered how long these mother and daughter would fussily talk to each other. He did not dare to offend Ku Toutuo, so he did not dare to crash in. His heart wandered toward Concubine Han and he missed her already; thereupon he returned to Wuwang Apu's room, only to see that his always-obedient main disciple was unexpectedly not guarding outside the door. He was really angry. Shoving the door open he was relieved not to see anything unusual. Concubine Han was still lying on the bed facing inward, her body was still covered by the cotton quilt.